mm’.ᐣ that’s better. please tell me when to stop if you need.
₍ clorinde’s fingers lay over the chef’s waist softly, as the tip of her nose grazes the skin of the another's one neck, a small trail of sweet kisses begin there. ₎
* 🤨
“ i wonder what made you think that was a good thing to say to a stranger, dante. ”
both hands pulling down the skirt from the sides, an eyebrow raised towards him in clear confusion.
"Just look at them..."
Pointing at her leg's, glancing at her pantyhose.
"I see great potential, and I am but a cultural guy. but you can call me dante."